mia definitely thinks harry fakes the things he likes. there’s no possible way he could like them!
for example, when they go out to a new local coffee shop and mia orders a fun latte and harry just gets a regular black coffee. she narrows her eyes at him all suspiciously and she’s like, “we came here for the first time and that’s what you get?”
harry looks up from his phone, startled. "what do you mean?"
"it's just a black coffee."
"well it's also iced."
"you only ever get that."
he glances at her drink. "i guess i just don't have a taste like yours." he slides his coffee over. "try it."
mia does, taking a very cautious sip, and then dramatically coughs and takes several large sips of hers. harry only smiles and shakes his head. he brings the straw back to his lips.
"whatcha reading?" she asks.
harry smiles some more because, well, "BBC news."
she makes a face. "how boring."
"well, i'm reading the economics portion. i'll be sure to hand my phone over once i get to the comics."
mia grumbles, "very funny. but you honestly mean to say you like reading that stuff?"
"i do work in business, baby."
oh no.
not the random pet name.
that means she's saying bone-headed things and endearing him. he even turns his phone over and looks her with those crinkled, beautiful green eyes.
"yeah," mia says, avoiding his eyes or else she'll stumble. "but, like, you don't ever want to read about unimportant things?"
"of course i do. and those aren't necessary boring. depends on interest, no?"
"and you're genuinely interested in things like...like the stock market and investments and microeconomics."
"genuinely," he confirms.
"i failed my economics class in college."
"i know, baby, i was there to witness it."
"whatever." she sips her drink. "all i'm saying is that you're not beating the boring 40 year old white man working in business allegations."
"mia, do you really think i'm boring?"
his eyes are sparkling in the light and she knows that he knows the answer to that.
"whatever," she says again.
and then the server comes by with their food.
mia looks at her two layered pancakes and harry's conservative avocado toast with scrambled eggs on the side.
harry raises his eyebrows at her. "don't."
"i want you to look me in the eyes and tell you that you actually, wholly, totally enjoy--"
harry reaches over and grabs her face, stopping her words. her stormy grey eyes are all annoyed. he's smiling again. "i actually, wholly, and totally enjoy my boring, repetitive meals." he lets her face go. "now eat please."
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.
Everyone is beautiful and no one looks genuine.
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